Dr Hellier says
That my body's Afghanistan
And we can't let the Taliban

Take over and breed
Says there's only one answer
In a nuclear age man

They might spread to Pakistan
So we have to proceed
He enters my bloodstream

With a crew in a capsule
He takes the wheel
With hands that were made to heal


As he approaches the death star
We lose visual contact

And that's when my temple
Turned into a wasteland
There was shouting and shooting

When the capsule was taken
His last words as he went down
Press the button

He slipped my fingers from death's grip
Escaped my body on a passenger ship
Watched T cells playing in the bow waves

He lives for the ones that died
Don't know how he came to survive
Just know he owes it to them to be happy